And then the Sav­ior turned,
On Pe­ter gaz­ing,
A look di­vine, and yearned
With love amaz­ing.

Swiftly to Pe­ter’s face
The shame came leap­ing;
He had de­nied such grace
And went forth weep­ing.

Lord Je­sus, look on me,
Thy kind face turn­ing;
My soul with ago­ny
Of sin is burn­ing.

The way is long, I find
My weak steps fall­ing:
O turn, to my dark mind
Thy grace re­call­ing.

Oft, oft with con­trite eyes
I gaze to Hea­ven;
Then, at Thy look arise
In tears, for­giv­en.